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Subdivided Mods ([personal profile] cyclists) wrote2019-06-13 11:31 am
forefall: (in which no precious secrets lie hidden)

[personal profile] forefall 2019-06-21 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ Four takes out a knife and tries to stab them—

NO I'M KIDDING but she's thinking it. She is thinking it with all her might.

She looks at Lune for a long, long moment, at how they're shrouded in their hood and wonders a great many things about what's underneath and how much she really cares. ]


What I want right now, I don't think you can grant me.

[ Her voice is as cold as ice, and she abruptly stands, pulling away from them. ]
forefall: (as fools)

[personal profile] forefall 2019-06-21 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ What she wants is—to be beautiful, for the world to end, to be loved, for everyone to die—FOR EVERYTHING TO BECOME SILENT. ]

No.

[ A soft giggle escapes from her lips. ]

I don't think you should know.
forefall: (perfume that makes one dream of distant)

[personal profile] forefall 2019-06-21 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ FROWNS DEEPLY

four is a horrible person, lune!! don't be like this!! ]


... I wonder if you'd still say the same thing if you knew what I was really thinking.
forefall: (emptier and deeper than you are)

[personal profile] forefall 2019-06-21 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ She does not understand them, and that's part of the problem. It scares her a little and makes her want to run.

So it's what she's doing. ]


Goodbye, Lune.